Looking through the glass.
Staring at the passersby.
A look so uncertain caught my eye.
A flamed girl,
Being burned deep within. Alive.
The eyes shocked me,
And she seemed to be screaming,
But only tears fell on the outside.
Her hand pressed the glass,
And I felt as though there was no safe place to hide.
Silence spoke,
Time froze,
Even as the seconds flew by…
So I placed my hand where hers would’ve been,
If only she had come inside.
And I felt an immeasurable understanding of loss then,
From a beautiful passerby.
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Regis
There is great tenderness in this write.
Pierre
Great tenderness in this poem Mariah.
Love,
Mom